Though the smile remained fixed on his face, and his breathing remained calm and relaxed, inside his mind Glayde heaved a sigh of disappointment. Normally, the intimate proximity of an attractive young woman woman would be something to be pleased about; but it really said something about the downturn his life had taken lately when you realised that said woman was only there because she was under orders to find him attractive.

He let his eyes sweep the crowd, military mind analysing the various businessmen, women, and transgendered visitors that were waiting patiently for the tour to begin. Unshakable instincts kicking in, he analysed each of them for threatening behaviour; planned his escape routes, if they needed them. He also felt himself subconsciously chastising local security for the blatant oversights they were making, and almost felt compelled to seek out their Chief and give him the run-down: what kind of supposed specialist could possibly make so many errors and still expect to keep their job?

He had to force himself not to; force himself to remember that every error on their part was an advantage to them. But it took an effort. I guess my brain isn't used to me being one of the 'bad guys', he mused, eyes still roaming.

A string of repulsor cars, tethered together, rumbled to a halt a few meters away. A stirring in the crowd began, as the various people competed with each other to snag the coverted social status of being at the front. Glayde didn't bother; the more inconspicuous they appeared, the easier their task would be. And besides, 'Clark' would much rather settle down and cuddle up with 'Kara', out of the way towards the rear of the group.

"Come on, sweetie," he said with a gentle nudge, aiming them towards the rear-most compartment of the landspeeder train.